I woke up.
I didn't know where I was, what was going on, or, well, anything. Things kept coming back to me, memories, thoughts, names.
"My name is Sally." I said quietly. I thought some more about my identity. Yes, my name was Sally. I was a... What was I? A mechanic? No too simple for me. A teacher? No, too boring. I was a... An agent! Not an insurance agent, no, a SECRET agent, like in the movies.
"Ahem."
I opened my eyes. A man stood over me, tall, dark, menacing. "Kinda handsome..." I thought. He looked young, but he smiled like a demon from ages past.
"Agent siiiix!" He said, in a queer, sing song sort of way. "The investors are waiting."
"Whu?" I was strapped to a table, like in an operating room. I could hear a small crowd murmuring nearby. "Suits" I thought outloud.
"What was that, dear?" I mustered my strength, and answered "I said suits. I was talking about your investors." I tried to place the man's face, but I couldn't...
"Strom!" I said, remembering his name. "You're Dr. Jacob Strom."
"Correct." He chuckled. "And you're Sally Sunday, otherwise known as Agent #6, otherwise known as my newest opponent." He said, a hint of snark in his voice.
"I know what you are, you bastard! I've seen your work. You take people off of the street and turn them into monsters!" I was furious, for I had been affected by his experiments. When I was 12, my parents were killed by GENETICS, the company Strom was developing for. His creation had gotten out of control, and gored my parents in front of me.
"Now, now, now, Sally, it was all for a good cause! The betterment of society, the future of humanity, and more importantly, the game you and I are going to play." He pulled out a syringe. "This is a serum I made specially for you. Now, here's the the thing about this one: Unlike my other pets, you won't go crazy. You won't become a monster. Well, you will physically, but I digress..."
He turned away and played with the needle. "What kind of monster are you going to make me into?" I was afraid. For the first time in my agent career, I was helpless. I wasn't in control. I was at the mercy of a madman.
"Can't tell you. It would ruin the game. See, I figured I'd give you two choices. One, I inject the syringe into your jugular, and you become my right hand man, or Two, I still inject the syringe, and we instead have some fun."
I was disgusted by his offer, but I couldn't show weakness. "What kind of game?"
"Simple!" he said, gesturing towards the investors. "These fine men wish to invest in my properties. But, more importantly, they need to pull the sticks out of their asses and have some fun. So, I'm going to simultaneously entertain them and give them a pitch for GENETICS weapons and biochemical tools."
"And how do you plan to do that?" I wasn't anticipating the answer.
"Well, my dear Sally, you ARE both the pitch and the entertainment. Once you've been transformed, I'm going to go to the highest level of this facility. If you can make it up to me, I will let you take the disc proving the many accusations against GENETICS. But, if you get terminally injured, I'm going to find you."
"Why not just kill me?" He laughed. "That's the best part. Should you lose, I'm going to implant a chip in your brain that controls your transformation. Then, I'll send you back to MI6, and have you kill everybody."
I must admit, I wanted to pick the first choice. I was afraid, and I wasn't thinking right. But I knew what I had to do.
"I'll choose what's behind door number two."
He smiled and plunged the syringe into my neck. Stroking my long, red hair, he remarked "Let the games begin."